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As Blaise went to wake Draco that morning, he found that he wasn't there. Truth was, he had woken up, gotten dressed and left even before any of his fellow Slytherins had woken up. As Blaise pulled back his curtains, Draco was searching frantically around the library for the things he'd left there the night before. He prayed they were there. If they weren't, then not only would he be academically screwed, but he'd actually have to ask Potter if he'd seen them. That was the last thing he wanted to do. He couldn't even bear to think about it. What exactly would he say? That would be an interesting experience. He would just walk up to him and say 'Hey Potter, listen. You kissed me last night. Did that actually happen or did I imagine it?' Why would he imagine it? He wasn't gay. Besides that, he was a Malfoy! Malfoys strictly liked women, that was fact. There was no way that he was anything otherwise. Especially with Harry Potter, his enemy the whole time he'd attended Hogwarts. Him above all.
After searching the library twice front and back, Draco concluded that his things weren't there. He let out a sigh of frustration. He knew that now he would have to do something he really didn't want to do. There was another way, right? He'd just explain to Professor Snape how someone else stole his school bag when he fell asleep in the library. How he'd worked really hard to finish and that it was completed, it was just that he didn't have his school bag. That seemed like a logical enough reason, certainly Snape would believe it. He ran a hand through his hair. Having to make up excuses so early in the year, Draco thought as he walked out of the library, if his father knew about it...
At that moment he passed the place where he and Harry had been the night before. The memory flashed in his mind, he could feel Harry's lips on his own again.
"Argh!" he said, trying to shove the memory out of his head. "I'm losing my mind, I must be!" he yelled to himself.
Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle sat together looking around for Draco. Were they really so hopeless without him? He had half the mind just to leave them there, just to see what they would do. He decided against it and took a seat next to them. Pansy jumped to him immediately.
"Draco, where have you been? Crabbe and Goyle heard from Blaise that you had left already. Only you weren't here when we arrived."
"I fell asleep in the library," he said simply. This seemed to satisfy because they didn't ask on it anymore, Pansy merely went on her daily speech about her concern for his well fare. He noticed that she'd given up on showing that she didn't have to eat at breakfast, because her plate was filled. Large chunks of the food that had been on the plate was missing. The one day she didn't eat much must have done quite a number on her, because as she spoke she shoved most of the remaining food into her mouth.
"When do you have the time to get all this information?" Draco snapped. Her voice was more annoying then he could handle. "Don't you have any friends?" Pansy was slightly taken aback by his sudden outburst, but quickly recovered as she swallowed her food.
"All I'm doing is caring for you. I am your girlfriend after all." She said smiling. Draco glared at her.
"You need to stop caring so much, or else I'll find a new girlfriend." He knew it was rude, but he didn't care. She needed to get a life. Her eyes brimmed with tears.
"I'm sorry Draco..." She got up, abandoning the Great Hall for the nearest bathroom. He sighed. It wasn't his fault she was so intense.
"That wasn't very nice Draco," Crabbe mumbled. Draco looked at him.
"You're just as glad to be rid of her as I am, admit it."
"I guess you're right," Crabbe shrugged and resumed to eating. Draco stuck his fork in a sausage angrily. He didn't have his book bag, he didn't have his homework, and now he was getting a guilt trip from Crabbe. It wasn't worth it. He scanned along the Gryffindor table. Maybe Potter had his bag hostage for punching him in the face the night before. Wouldn't that be wonderful, Draco thought glumly. To his surprise however, Harry wasn't there. He looked again, still no sign of him. Where could he be? Draco wondered. His thoughts were interrupted however when a waffle flew across the table, just missing his head. The waffle landed on the head of a second year, who looked completely outraged. Before he knew it, a food fight had started at the Slytherin table. Soon the food fight had spread througout the whole Great Hall. Bits of food were flying everywhere. Around the time a pitcher of syrup was thrown in his direction, Draco knew he had no intention of staying while the food fight was going on. The moment he stood, he was swept out of the Great Hall as if he were a giant yo-yo. To anyone else it looked like he was running, but he had nothing to do with his moving. Regardless how much he tried to fight it, nothing did him good. For the better part of the next 20 seconds this continued, at the end of which he tripped and landed on the floor with a flop. He wasn't in the Great Hall, but it didn't seem far off.
"Ow," he complained, getting to his feet. "What the bloody hell was that," He asked himself. He looked around. It was a hall he'd been down many times before, having had to go down this way every time Pansy had one of her crying fits to apologize. By the looks of it he was just outside a first year bathroom. Standing in front of him was Harry Potter. Draco jumped and took a step back. "It's you!"
"What, you're afraid of me now? That seems a bit odd," Harry smirked, apparently enjoying this fact. He moved closer to Draco, who took another step back. He took another step forward, Draco took another step back. He laughed.
"Cut it out Scarhead!" Draco yelled.
"Relax, I just wanted to talk to you." Harry said, putting up his hands in mock-defense.
"Why would I want to talk to you Potter?" Draco said defensively.
"Because I have something you need," Harry said simply. He held up Draco's book bag, "This look fimilar?" Draco made a swipe for the bag but Harry jerked it out of his reach.
"Give it here Potter," Draco demanded.
"Don't get bossy. You should be greatful after all I did to get it back to you." Harry replied.
"What do you mean 'All you did'?" he thought for a moment. "Did you start the food fight?"
"You're a smart one aren't you?" Harry smiled. " I had to figure out some way to get it to you, seeing as you were in such a hurry last night."
"Give me the damn bag." Draco said. What was it with Harry? Usually it was Draco pushing his buttons with some kind of leverage or something that drives him nuts. Now it seemed like they had changed roles, a situation that Draco didn't like being in at all. Harry gave him a look and handed him the bag, which Draco took from him immediately. He checked if all of his things were in the bag, which they were. Then he looked back at Harry.
"Thanks, I guess." He mumbled, as if the phrase didn't quite fit his tounge.
"No problem," Harry shrugged. They stood there for several seconds. Draco wasn't quite sure what to say.
"So, are you going to explain why you kissed me last night or what?" He blurted. It surprised even him that he'd just said it out of the blue. Harry laughed.
"That was fast. I was sure we were going to toe around it for at least another five minutes." He replied. He ran a hand through his hair, making it look even messier if it was possible.
"Well?"
"Well what? I wanted to kiss you. So?"
"Why would you want to kiss me? We hate each other," Draco was starting to get confused. It didn't make any sense.
"I never said I hated you," Harry smiled, walking closer again, "In first year, sure, I thought you were a stupid prat. I never said I hated you though, did I?" he asked.
"No," the blonde said slowly. Harry moved closer to him, and he backed away again. "I told you to stop that!" he yelled.
"I'm sorry," Harry said. Draco squared his shoulders, trying to show that he wasn't intimidated.
"Anyway, you didn't answer my question."
"Hm, right. Well I guess after a while I started thinking that you were kind of cute, for a slimy git anyway. I've been wanting to kiss you for a while, I just never got the chance." Draco tried to make some space between them, but Harry reached an arm out to block his path. Now it rested loosely on the wall. "Until yesterday of course." It was only then that Draco realized how close to the wall he was. He must have gotten closer each time he backed up. His eyes scanned along the side of Harry's face he had hit, no mark was there. He had half the mind to apologize for it, but then he remembered who he was talking to. As if he were reading his mind, Harry smiled.
"Don't worry, you hit like a girl."
"Shut up," Draco said, slinging the bag on his shoulder. "How'd you get me here anyway?" Harry put his face close to Draco's, who backed up as far as he could go. Seeing as this made his back a press against the wall, only about an inch of space remained. Harry pulled out his wand.
"Accio Toast," he said, looking towards the Great Hall. In a matter of seconds a peice of toast came whizzing into his hands. Draco looked at him as Harry started eating it. "I'm not as much of a weakling as you think I am Draco." He said simply. Draco took this opportunity to get away from him.
"Whatever. Don't do it again," he said walking away. He didn't walk back into the Great Hall, figuring that the food fight was long since over and they were probably getting scolded for taking part. Instead, he headed to his first class. As he did a question popped into his head. Did Potter just call me Draco?
Draco managed to get through most of the day unscathed, now having his book bag with him. McGonagall had agreed that his paper was fairly acurate and gave him a decent grade on it. Charms and History had been a complete bore but had required his attention so he couldn't even get started on his extra Potions homework. As he entered Potions class, he knew he was doomed. Now that he had his book bag and the homework assigned to everyone finished, the only excuse was that he didn't do it.
Snape was in a particularly bad mood, having only a few satisfactory answers from his previous class about the prompt he'd assigned. He didn't hope, but he expected better results from this class. As the students lined up to turn the homework in, Draco hoped that he could just sneak past inconpicuously. Snape was scribbling away in a book about something, but looked busy so Draco thought he might have a chance at doing so. However, before he even put his roll of parchment down Snape spoke,
"You extra assignment Malfoy. I hope you have it." He said, now looking up at him.
"About that sir," Draco started, but Snape cut him off.
"Accio Parchment," he said impatiently. The homework that he was supposed to do flew out of his bag and into Snape's hand. Draco swallowed hard as Snape looked it over. "Ok thank you," he said returning to his book. Draco was confused.
"Um, sir."
"Yes Malfoy, what is it?" he said irritably.
"What'd you think?" He asked, wondering if he'd heard right.
"At least it was finished. Now sit down, your holding everyone else up." Draco walked back to his seat, trying to figure out how it could be finished if he didn't do it. On top of his desk was a note. He looked around for a minute, then opened the note. It was a short little note, written in the center of the paper:
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Looks like you owe me double now. By the way, your handwriting is impossible.
-Harry
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At the end of class, Draco told Crabbe and Goyle to find Pansy and tell her that he wanted to talk to her. This wasn't true of course, but he needed an excuse to talk to Harry. He looked around for him a minute before he was grabbed from behind. Draco jumped. It was Harry.
"Potter, the next time you do that I'll turn you into a tea cozy," he said. Harry laughed.
"You're such a girl."
"Says you," he returns. Harry smiled.
"Don't you have something to say to me?" He asked. Draco glared at him, knowing that he had a point. He needed to say thank you. Even though he hated to admit it, he did. However, it didn't come out that way.
"I don't have to do anything for you, do I?" Draco asked.
"Just one thing." He started. "You have to admit that you enjoyed kissing me last night." Draco was so surprised at the request that he didn't know what to do. The kiss flashed in his mind again. Before he could stop it, he started to blush a deep red. It was easy to see against the blonde of his hair and the paleness of his skin. Harry grinned.
"Now we're even," he said smugly. He turned and ran in towards the crowd of students to meet up with his friends, leaving Draco standing there with the fact that Harry was right.